on uncle wigglys farm,


the rain would bow as

 all the barnyard creatures

ceased to be

the docile herd, to chew

their cud, collectively,

& listen to the hinges

creak, the silo shake,

beneath a stagnant liquid

sky & cheers were sung

thru out the land the news

was spread:

“the one -eyed -chapwas peak-
ing out the haybin door”

The method, used to create this poem was one that in which I used a mosaic of images then fused them together while refining and editing as I went.

As far as I can tell, it is a hybrid of thoughts and images, seen on my grandfather’s dairy farm, in Erie, Pennsylvania, mixed with those, seen in Nisland, Spearfish and Belle Fourche, South Dakota and thoughts and ideas that soldered themselves to my consciousness, as I read the Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. book, Bluebeard.

The fact is that, eventhough it was published in The Baltimore Citypaper, in 1989, and a $25 check was cut to me, my high school literary magazine planned to reject it. In the previous year, directly after my near-death, somehow, I managed to be published in a non-school-connected magazine, too, when I was nearly fully incapacitated by the after effects of my monster stroke, exposure to meningitis and craniotomy,

Thereafter, I continued to write contiguous uncle wiggly poems and eventually realized the connection that exists between writing shared content or persona-poetry and journalistic, column-based writing.

If LD Individuals acquire the ability to write series of connected works, comprised of the best words, in their best order, they can more readily master the act of writing /blogging denotative non-fiction and, eventually, can potentially receive monetary rewards, in return.

(uncle wiggly 2)




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